You want it inside of you. I grab you from the neck and put my fingers inside your thong and into your pussy. You are worn and I already fell your fir...t liquids. I want to feel them In my dick but first I have other plans. "Turn around and on your knees" I said and you obeyed like a good girl. I unzipped my pants and you already knew what was to be asked you pulled it down and seen something grown inside my boxers that was your doing. You took it outside your eyes glazed upon it and put your. Tina was either angry or turned on. I believed more turned on than angry.I don’t think she gave a fuck if I knew, either.Pressing my face to her, he barked out an order.“Clean her face and neck, panty-waist, boy.”“You can’t do this,” I said. “You’ve got rules.”“Rules, you see anyone here, anyone at all, to enforce any, fucking, rules? Who the fuck gonna believe your sissy, pasty ass about anything, boy?”My heart pounded, my mouth turned to cotton, and my bladder screamed at me. Clutching my. I had been relaxing with a tall glass of iced tea when the phone rang. It was Jean, a married friend of mine. She asked me, "Would you meet me somewhere for a drink? I want to ask you something very personal."Having nothing pressing to do at the time, I agreed to meet with her. "Sure Jean, I'll meet with you. Will The Hanger be alright?" The Hanger I suggested is a neighborhood bar about halfway between our respective homes.On the way to the bar, I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to. “He’s here!” I whispered urgently to Lara, shaking her shoulder.“What?” Lara croaked groggily.“He’s still here!”“Huh? What are you talking about?”“Frej’s car is still in the drive!” I said quietly.Lara seemed to come out of her sleepy state, and she sat up. “Really?”“Yeah.”“No way.”“Go look,” I challenged.“No, I believe you,” Lara said, slowly.There was a long moment of silence as we considered the meaning of this.“Maybe they drove him home,” Lara said. “He was pretty buzzed.”“So were our moms,.